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Staring at her own reflection in the mirror, Hermione spent a while to make sure it was indeed her, Hermione Granger. Still light skin, but much paler. Still brown curly hair, but much longer. Still brown eyes matching her hair, but not the same glittering eyes before. She raised her right hand, rubbing her face. Yes, it was already three years, even though her appearance did not change a lot.

She never thought that she would come back to England one day. Within these three years, more than a thousand days and nights, she forced herself to concentrate on endless works and books. His smiling face and twinkling eyes only intruded in her dream few times in the mid-night. But, while stepping into this country again, Hermione definitely felt something silently shrilled in her heart.

She couldn't trace back when the atmosphere around them had changed. Didn't know when he stopped using his sharp tongue to call her "muggleborn". Didn't know when he stopped jeering at her while she raised hand in class. Didn't know why there was a hot gaze before she turned back or winked eyes.

She wasn't ready for not being enemy anymore or starting a new relationship. But, something still got changed. Without telling anyone, even her best girl friend Ginny, they started to exchange slips in the library. She looked forward to open her Astronomy or History of Magic textbooks, finding his handwriting. Never being caught by Harry and Ron, they secretly exchanged a wink in the Great Hall crowded with students all the time. In Quidditch matches, she distracted her attention from Harry and held her breath while he was diving. Once or twice, they shared a cup of butter beer in Hogsmeade. Her heartbeat skipped every time he kissed her quickly in passing. Guilt swept over her, but still she didn't tell the trio because she didn't know how to persuade them or even just explain it. They concealed the entire story from the Slytherin, Gryffindothe, and all Hogwarts. In those days, Hermione felt she just went insane for his blue eyes and all their secrets. And certainly, forhim, Draco Malfoy….

"Dear me! What am I doing?" Heaving a sigh, she pulled herself out of the deep thoughts. It would be so damn wrong to lapse into old memories, especially for him. Quickly, she shook her head like it could shake all those annoying things out of mind. "It was past. Good or bad, it would never come back again." She reminded herself, tapping her cheeks. One. Two. Three. She took a long deep breath and walked out with decent dress, a white shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Picking the key, she went out for a walk, trying to distract herself from melancholy.